A Pirate Calling

Chapter Five: Unknown Answers

Jacob stared into Fay's eyes, cocking his head slightly. She was staring up at him, anger and fear evident in her grey eyes. He had frightened her and he knew it. And at this point he did not care. He had tried to be patient; tried to be as nice as he possibly could, but the girl was becoming highly irritating. Maybe threatening her would knock some sense into her.

He put his coin back in his pocket and pulled her chin up to make her look in his eyes, drawing her attention back to him. "Now," he repeated, "who are you?"

"Why do you keep asking me that? And what the hell are you trying to pull here?"

Jacob's hand moved from her chin to her cheek, cupping it gently. He stared into her eyes steadily, not blinking. "Answer my question."

"You know who I am," she answered, her eyes flashing.

Jacob gave a soft snort of laughter. "Not your name."

"Then what do you want?"

"Your family; your ancestors. Do you know them?"

"Um, considering most of them are dead, no," she snapped.

Jacob laughed again. She was a cheeky one, that was for sure. "Do you know who they are?" he asked, the laughter lingering in his voice.

Fay's eyes narrowed as she looked down, and then flicked to the shelves on the back wall. Jacob didn't have to turn around to know what she was looking at. "No. I don't. My father might, but I don't."

"Well then, we can just go ask him."

Her eyebrows crinkled as pain flashed through her eyes. "No," she whispered, her form almost deflating. "No, we can't."

Jacob drew back slightly, still keeping a firm hold on her arms. "Why not?" he asked cautiously.

Fay kept her gaze away from his, staring down at the clear button on his shirt as if it were the most fascinating object in the world. The button shifted slightly as he lifted his arm again, lifting her chin once again to make her focus on him. "What's wrong?" he asked.

"Because he's dead," she finally replied, her eyes staring woefully into his.

Jacob's eyes narrowed. "I'm sorry."

Fay shook her head. "Don't worry about it. Could you please just let me go?"

He relaxed his grip, allowing her arms to hang limply at her sides. Jacob stepped back from her, giving her space. "Does anybody else know about your family history?"

Fay closed her eyes and took a deep breath. "I think my father kept a family tree. My mother may still have it in storage somewhere."

Jacob smiled again. "Good. Then we can go ask her."

"Why is this so important?" she asked. "Why do you need to know any of this?"

He moved away from her again, tucking his hands in his pockets. "That's not something-"

"That I need to know," she finished, rolling her eyes. "Right."

"Good," he replied, a grin crossing his face. "I'm glad we're getting somewhere." He paused, reaching out and tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear. Her eyes shot to his, a question written in them. Jacob shrugged in response.

"What do you want?" she asked.

"To find out why you can hear the song. And to do that we have to find out who you," he paused again, catching himself before he said something he didn't want to and looked up at the ceiling as if it could offer words to help out, "who your ancestors were. That is the key to finding out what all of this means."

The rain pounded on the roof above as they stared at each other in the darkness. Lightning flashed outside of the window as thunder rumbled overhead. "Then where do we go from here?" Fay said suddenly, breaking the storm-filled silence.

"I guess we'll go to visit your mother. We'll need to read those histories if she still has them."

Fay nodded silently. She began to worry him. She was taking this all too easily; all too willingly. In the brief time that he had known her, she had never been this easy to convince. "What? No questions? No arguments?"

Fay sighed wearily. "I just want this to be over. If that means taking you to my mother's house, then fine. That's what I'll do."

Jacob watched her, a wary look in his eyes. He didn't know how to deal with this new, understanding, obedient Fay. He decided to ignore it for the time being, wanting to see how far she would play it out. "Where does she live?"

"St. Augustine."

Jacob's lips twitched at the name. Unwarranted memories flashed through his mind, his eyes growing distant. Memories of a long time ago; another lifetime almost. "So it should only take a couple hours, then?" he asked after a moment.

Fay stared up into his eyes, mentally calculating the distance. "About four hours. Depending on traffic."

"Good," Jacob replied quietly, his eyes going to the rain pounding the window. He stepped back again, leaning against his desk, his hands still in his pockets.

"Then are we done?" Fay asked, a hint of her temper leaking into her voice. "Can I go home now?"

Jacob did not reply at first, his attention solely on the storm outside. Finally, irritated at his silence, Fay sighed in exasperation and turned to leave through the office door. Jacob didn't realize she was gone until she was almost to the outside door. He bolted to her, grabbing her by the arm again and turning her around. Her eyes snapped to his, fire rising in their depths.

"Mr. Galvin, I suggest you stop grabbing me like this," she snapped.

Jacob merely grinned. "I don't think you should leave right now."

"I'm not afraid of a little storm, Mr. Galvin. I've lived in Florida all my life, a storm like this is nothing."

He stared down at her, an unreadable look in his eyes. "It's not safe," he replied. "Just wait until the storm has passed."

"Why?" she asked, shaking off his hand. "So I can stay here and get thrown into walls? Get threatened? Hell no."

Ah. There's the feisty girl I remember, he thought, a grin flashing across his face. "It's near on hurricane force," he replied, shaking the grin away. "You shouldn't walk out in that. You could get struck by lightning the minute you walk out the door."

Fay gave a snort of derisive laughter until she looked up into his dark eyes. A flicker of concern flashed in them, tucking itself away a moment later. "You're serious?"

"Have I ever given you reason to consider otherwise?" he asked.

Fay opened her mouth and promptly shut it, unsure how to answer that question. She opened it again a moment later only to be interrupted by Jacob laughing. "You look like a fish," he said between gasps of laughter.

Fay scowled at him before turning from him again and resting her hand on the door knob. "If you're done mocking me," she spat, "then I will see you later."

She opened the door a crack only to have it slammed shut again as Jacob pressed his hand against it. Fay turned around quickly only to find him hovering over her, his arm propped up against the door. "Do you pay any attention to personal space?" she asked.

Jacob just laughed again, although softly this time, his breath brushing her cheek. "I would advise you to stay here until the storm passes, Miss Nolan. It's not safe out there right now."

"I've already told-"

Jacob shushed her. "I'm only doing this for your own safety. Just allow her time to calm down. Trust me on this one."

"You're kidding me right? Trust you? You've already stolen from me and then slammed me into a wall! I have no reason to trust you!" she yelled, lightning flashing outside the brick building. "And get off of me!"

Jacob opened his mouth to respond just before Fay slammed her knee into his gut, causing him to hunch over as pain swarmed through his body. He looked up as she opened the door, the rain blowing in on the harsh wind. "No," he whispered.

Fay ran out into the storm as thunder rumbled above her. Jacob lifted himself up just as electricity rushed through the room. He could feel the hairs on his skin stand on end as he watched in horror as a lightning bolt struck in front of him, the bright flash lighting up the world around him. A shriek filtered through to his ears as thunder that sounded eerily like laughter rumbled through the air.

AN: Yay! I'm back! Boy it took me awhile to write this chapter. I was having issues with it and I was sick at the same time. But finally it is written and posted for all of you to see! I hope all of you liked it. I'm sorry this was a shorter chapter, but I just had to end it this way. It just . . . well . . . struck me. XD Sorry, I had to get that out of my system.

Zephyr Zucchini: I laughed when I read your review; although I agree with you. He is incredibly sexy. But I have to ask why you think so. What about him makes him sexy?

Mystery GYRL: Thank you! I had fun writing that one and you know how much fun I had writing this one too!

PearlSparrow13: Thank you very much! I'm glad that you like it!

PirateCaptainBoIt's okay. I'm not always right in the head myself so I completely understand where you're coming from. I hope you liked this chapter as well?

PyRo-GiRl-18: You will find out soon who Jacob is. Not soon soon, but soon. XD

PineAppleLintYou know I love to make you guys guess! It's my job! You won't have to guess for long, you'll all find out soon!

Dawnie-7: You'll all find out what 'it' is soon! I promise!